"You want to learn?" Chu Zhiyuan said: "If you learn it, you may be bloodthirsty."

With sharp weapons, the murderous intention arises.

After practicing this Yuepo Sword Sutra, I can't help but want to try killing people at night.

I can't resist the impulse even if I want to.

Fu Zheng said: "Do your highness think I am suitable for learning?"

"You can try it." Chu Zhiyuan said: "You may not be able to master it."

Fu Zheng nodded solemnly: "Please pass it to me by Your Highness."

Chu Zhiyuan's left hand pointed like a sword, and gently tapped the center of her black eyebrows.

As her fingertips touched her, her bright eyes closed, her expression was solemn and calm.

Chu Zhiyuan also closed his eyes and did not move.

After a cup of tea, he slowly withdrew his fingers and opened his eyes.

At this time, both eyes had returned to normal.

He looked at Fu Zheng, whose bright eyes were rolling and his body was trembling slightly.

I wonder if Fu Zheng can withstand the pressure of the Yuepo Sword Sutra.
Chapter completed!